Prompt from Tumblr: Granger catches Kensi talking on her sat phone.
"So then, I was like yippie ki-yay mother-"
"I get it, Deeks," Kensi interrupted him, laughing.
"You know you miss me," Deeks teased in a low voice.
Kensi smiled and dropped her head into her palm. "Yeah. I do miss you." She froze, hearing the sound of someone clearing their throat behind her. Turning around slowly, she grimaced at the site of Assistant Director Granger staring at her. She met his steely gaze, refusing the be the first to acknowledge the awkward situation.
Narrowing his eyes, Granger pointed to her satellite phone. "Hetty?"
"No."
"Then who is so important, that you have to speak to them when you're supposed to be prepping our weapons for our trip?"
Kensi smiled sweetly at him and lied. "My mother. She has been ill."
Raising an eyebrow, Granger held his hand out to her. "May I speak with her?"
She felt the color drain out of her face and she could hear a light groan from the speaker of her phone as she handed it to Granger. Never taking his eyes off of her, he put the phone to his ear. "Julia. How are you doing?"
Deeks coughed loudly, plugged his nose, and raised his voice. "Sick. The flu. It's so good to hear your voice, Owen. You're taking good care of my girl, aren't you?"
Smirking, Granger replied sweetly. "Of course. Feel better soon." He handed the satellite phone back to Kensi, who snatched it eagerly.
"Happy?" Kensi asked, forcing a smile.
"Ecstatic," Granger replied sarcastically. "Gear up in five, Agent Blye."
"Yes sir," she said as he turned to walk back to camp. She exhaled into the phone in relief.
"Oh, Agent Blye, one more thing," Granger stopped and faced her again. "Tell your detective his undercover skills never fail to impress."